Walking the Razor's Edge: Li Zhengguang

At eighteen, I ran a street stall and broke the nose of a protection-money collector with one punch. At twenty, I bet everything in a boxing match. I broke two ribs, but I was the last one standing. At twenty-six, I tearfully sent my own sworn brother to the police station, because I believed rules mattered more than saving face. Some people say I have no sense of loyalty. Others say I’m too ruthless. But when they carried that coffin in, I kowtowed three times, blood running down my forehead. Once you board the boat on the road of the underworld, there’s no turning back. I’m Li Zhengguang. My story begins with one punch and ends only when it’s clear who’s lying down and who’s still standing.